GETTING OLDER In a couple of weeks, I’ll be in a total depression because it will be my birthday. The thing is, birthdays themselves aren’t so bad–presents, cake. I can get into that. And the symbolism of the birthday–the passage of time, wisdom, experience–none of that’s so bad, either. I can deal with it all, even embrace it. But here’s the thing, and it’s the big ugly. I don’t like th...